"Shorn of the Tangled Past."

[zandor]

Today was the first day of moving. The task seems insurmountable. I thought that somehow I would be sad. I made the assumption that watching all this history fall behind me would make me feel as though I was losing something important. The truth is the being free of the weight of the past makes me happier than I could ever imagine. The first thing I did this morning was throw away about a 7 inch stack of photographs. It felt like throwing off chains. It felt like a cool rush of air in the heat of summer. At some point you find that if you start living and stop crying life gets a whole lot better. I have found that the transient nature of  human relationships is something that usually works out for the best. I am looking at the future now for the first time in...well, ever. I have goals and direction and I love the family that I am part of.  Moving so far has not been about losing a part of myself but exorcising demons, second chances, and new beginnings.   G. st was fun but there is too much bad history in that house. I feel like a different person now. I enjoyed the festivities  but in truth my favorite part was sitting outside the fire and watching Rome burn.

p.s. I found my noodz of James. I think they are among the best photos I have taken.

P.s.s. almost done with my second light box.